Children

Erasers

Rattle / December 2, 2017

Sometimes I wish I had an eraser, not a normal one, this one would erase differently, erase the past, like […]

Rattle / November 25, 2017

Here I sit in core class thinking about nothing and everything as I always do. Mrs. Wyneken is writing something

Rattle / November 18, 2017

At the beach The last moment Watching the waves That crash against The sand My dad watching over me Like

Rattle / November 11, 2017

I remember how her small ankles would guide her feet to sun-bathing rocks nestled in sea water and pelican coffee

Rattle / November 4, 2017

The trail of your footsteps graved in the ground become peaceful angels following the blonde star’s glint as your shadow

Rattle / October 28, 2017

I am your mother I am the devil I am suicide with an empty chamber I am a drug addict